If Dr. Seuss wrote for Star Trek: the Next Generation...


  Picard:     Sigma Indri, that's the star,
              So, Data, please, how far? How far?

  Data:       Our ship can get there very fast
              But still the trip will last and last
              We'll have two days til we arrive
              But can the Indrans there survive?

  Picard:     LaForge, please give us factor nine.

  LaForge:    But, sir, the engines are offline!

  Picard:     Offline! But why? I want to go!
              Please make it so, please make it so!

  Riker:      But sir, if Geordi says we can't,
              We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't,
              The danger here is far too great!

  Picard:     But surely we must not be late!

  Troi:       I'm sensing anger and great ire.

  Computer:   Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire!

  Picard:     The ship's on fire? How could this be?
              Who lit the fire?

  Riker:      Not me.

  Worf:       Not me.

  Picard:     Computer, how long til we die?

  Computer:   Eight minutes left to say goodbye.

  Data:       May I suggest a course to take?
              We could, I think, quite safely make
              Extinguishers from tractor beams
              And stop the fire, or so it seems...

  Geordi:     Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day!
              Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!

  Picard:     Mr. Data, thank you much.
              You've saved our lives, our ship, and such.

  Troi:       We still must save the Indran planet --

  Data:       Which (by the way) is made of granite...

  Picard:     Enough, you android. Please desist.
              We understand -- we get your gist.
              But can we get our ship to go?
              Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so.

  Geordi:     There's sabotage among the wires
              And that's what started all the fires.

  Riker:      We have a saboteur? Oh, no!
              We need to go! We need to go!

  Troi:       We must seek out the traitor spy
              And lock him up and ask him why?

  Worf:       Ask him why? How sentimental.
              I say give him problems dental.

  Troi:       Are any Romulan ships around?
              Have scanners said that they've been found?
              Or is it Borg or some new threat
              We haven't even heard of yet?
              I sense no malice in this crew.
              Now what are we supposed to do?

  Crusher:    Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
              They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!"
              I can't just sit and let them die!
              A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try!

  Picard:     Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.

  Crusher:    They may be dead by Tuesday noon.


  *COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK
   HOW LONG WILL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE?*


  Worf:       The saboteur is in the brig.
              He's very strong and very big.
              I had my phaser set on stun --
              A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one!
              He would not budge, he would not fall,
              He would not stun, no, not at all!
              He changed into a stranger form
              All soft and purple, round and warm.

  Picard:     Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
              Did you see this creature morph?

  Worf:       I did and then I beat him fairly.
              Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely.

  Riker:      My commendations, Klingon friend!
              Our troubles now are at an end!

  Crusher:    Now let's get our ship to fly
              And orbit yonder Indran sky!

  Picard:     LaForge, please tell me we can go...?

  Geordi:     Yes, sir, we can.

  Picard:     Then make it so!


                         THE END